Charles in Eminönü
Planning has never been our main priority when travelling. We (at least I am and Fred goes along with it) are more into spontaeity and going with the flow and see where we end up. This is how we ended up spending two nights in our favourite spot of Inebolu, for example.
It also meant that by the time we finished breakfast yesterday, we still didn't have an exact idea of what we wanted to do.
Oh dear, we are moving now, better switch off.
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Arrived in Istanbul, still on course for those beers. Not such a nice flight with a big man next to me his body and hard clothing sticking out a quarter way into my seat and who did not smell too nice and kept staring at me... Not to mention the baby further up (in first class which was almost all taken up by Saudi/Gulf arabs which screamed virtually non-stop for at least half the journey.
And what"s mor we have to wait for our baggage rather than having it handed it to us by the charming bus boy...
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Tearing down the motorway towards the city now. The almost full moon is hidden behind a bank of cloud. The pleasent night air blows in through the open windows. Looks like we are not taking the coastal road in but we had a lovely view of the old city about half an hour before we landed, with the bridges over the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn clearly visible, as were the four Princes Islands floating out on the Sea o Marmara along with scores of ships waiting to dock. But now I see we ARE on the coast road, which is great when it passes the point at Topkapi to reveal the Galata Bridge and everything around it.
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